Haves n Have Nots

14 September 2011
The day all became clear
You sat talking about the enlightend soul who you and your has regard as a have not...
You watched,laughed and entertained the dirt being poured on the enlightend one.
Laying in a place she once called home,tears flowing as she hearz your Haves calling her a Have Not...
Funny how you forget...
Funny how you wil regret for life is a circle of cruelty...
You and Your Haves wil have your time as Have Nots.
Forget not those who have been there through out your periods of Haves and Have Nots for they are true to you.
She lay staring into space...
Her heart is bleeding...
Her spirit's screaming...
Her soul is sinking.
Now she knows where to from here.
She is proud to be...
A HAVE NOT.

Thank You-CALEY...

This is a long overdew post...Before i carry on, I would like to express my gratitude to the gentle soul CINCERE MARLEY.

Not knowing where my word would fall
You extended your ear
for in me you saw a talent i knew i had but never understood its extent.
Not knowing where it will lead
You assured me of its path
Holding you guiding hand of assurance,genuine Overstanding
You showed and continue to show the way.
For in you you i found JAH'S own sculprure... 

For she is...
she who has accepted, embraced and celebrated the artistic ideals of their sculptor is truly blessed for no other person can truly appreciate the artwork if the sculpted does not...celebrate YOU in your entirety for you are celebrated by those whose lives you have touched... in you i Embrace and Appreciate the masterpiece that is your soul, the masterpiece that shines through your outer being...in you i found Jahs' true masterpiece with locks that grace the ground when praying... 

Thank you my sistah... today i gave you your Celtic/Gaelic Name...as of today i shal refer to you as CALEY9 BRAVE WORRIOR)

The day the child of ZION graces AZANIA'S soil, true Healing shall begin...again i thank you.

The Poetic Journey continues...THE APOLOGY OF A NUBIAN PEARL

Aug 17 2009

To those who feel as though i am imposing in your lives I DEEPLY APOLOGIZE. I PROMISE to true TO ME AND ONLY ME, to care for people to a certain extent, to not stay longer where one has stayed long enough, to not ask questions where it is not necessary, to live for today for tomorrow may not be mine.and to count my words for some day they will run out.

WORDS; a powerful medium yet some know not their true power. to those who i have said a lot of meaningless yet hurtful things to I apologize, to those who i have asked too many questions I apologize, to those who i have said too much to yet they did not understand what i was saying hence plunging them into a deep state of confusion, I apologize. to you whom i offend each time i open my mouth...I apologize...for it was not my intentions, at times the truth comes out the why its meant for sugar coating it makes it seem too fake and common...STILL I APPOLOGIZE for not everyone has the ability to accept the truth.

This is my apology... THE APOLOGY OF A NUBIAN PEARL

The Rose of Rare Beauty

Growing up in a small town where popularity was determined by the wealth of your family, the cost of  the clothing you wore and parties you’d throw. I had no rich family, I had no expensive clothes, I had no expensive accessories… made the best of what I could, for me I was a rose that was yet to blossom, yet to be discovered for I was beautiful in my own right…although  in your eyes I never was the one everyone would notice…I knew I was a rose, a rose seen by a lucky few….I AM THE BLACK ROSE

 

                                                                                      BLACK ROSE

Black Rose

A rose of rare beauty  

Patience is your key

Started as a bud set in earth

Our mothers’ incubator

Nurtured, nourished in her womb

Her love and warmth hailed from above

No one knew your beauty

Black Rose

Your growth a wonder

Patience still your key

Your secret remains unknown

You stretch your body from the soil

Your face cocooned in your hands

Your season arrives

Your face begins to show

Your beauty finally shines

BLACK rose

You are true beauty

You are my wonder

Sweet lies nurtured you

Whispers from strangers gave you your shine

Black ROSE

My rose of rare beauty

Beauty that remains in the eyes beholder

Black Rose

Rose of rare beauty

You are, I am

Black Rose

The Journey...Ripped from what I called home

Rewinding to the year 2007,not being given a choice i up and left for Cape Town. Numb, i boarded the flight, felt the warm stream flow from my eye...a sign of anger and pain i kept my head high but inside i begun to break, the cracks begun to give in...I FELT LOST, UNWANTED and BROKEN for THEY did not understand, for THEY just let go...i became...THE FORGOTTEN BROKEN DIAMOND.... this is when i knew things were never gonna be the same.

This piece was written on Tuesday 14th August... No longer could i hold it in.

                           BROKEN DIAMOND

Somedays i wake up hoping I would be in a place I know

To pick up the phone and make plans

Plans with people I know,people that understood me.

They promised

They promised never to forget me...

I didn't know.

I wasn't told...

If i had known...i wouldn't have left

I wouldn't have let them RIP me away from the place I loved to hate yet hated to love.

I was stripped of all i Had...

For my identity has gone with all I had.

For my soul has gone back

Back to where I called home.

I am empty...

Lost

Lost in a place where the smiles mask frowns

Where I have to accept the fact that I DO NOT BELONG.

In a place where my true friend is my poetry

Where my tissue is the paper on which I cry.

I cry for I am alone...

I tried to tell you

I tried to scream but to you it was a whisper

I tried to stand but i have no back bone

My spirit like worthless grains of sand

Blown away by the winds of sorrow

For I have no one

For i have my words

I mask my emotions for I must

For i am shunned at my expressions of pain

for i can no longer breath.

I didn't know

I never knew...

I wish i knew...

but they never told me...

why didn't they say anything.

why have i become forsaken by them

the ones I cried to

the ones I spoke to

the ones I trusted.

now i know what they meant

what the others feel

the ones we chose to ignore

the ones we forgot.

but I didn't know.

i didn't ask...

i thought...

i thought i...

I thought I would be able to go back...

i was sure you remembered me...

but you have changed...CLAIMING

that I was the one for you refused

you refused to accept

you refused to see who I really am.

if only I knew...

If only I had asked...

but i didn't have it...

If i knew you would have changed...

i would have come...

i came but you didn't recognize me for i had changed...

if only I knew...

I wish i had known

Now I'm back to where it all began

I am lost

I am alone for you

you promised...

IF ONLY I KNEW...!

Love Letter

"I'm not a great poet but these are my thoughts, my tears, my emotions and my life. If It weren't for Poetry I would be nothing....It is my addiction, it is my HIGH it is my everything, the edge thats there at my fingertips. In it I can confide, In it I have a true companion In it I have love in it I have voice to speak when i can nolonger speak the will to fight when i can no longer in IT I can be true, In it I have the perfect world in IT i have life in it I have EVERYTHING in it i have never ending wealth in it I have IMORTALITY, SUPERIORITY AND UNCONDITIONAL LOVE.I thank the one that sawed it in my cloth from which I was made.I THANK IT...Poetry i write this to YOU."

You

You came into my life unexpectedly

slowly you captured my heart as i fell deeper and deeper

your lyrical seduction mezmorized my every thought

slowly my fingers danced to the rhythm of your addictive caress... I couldn't resist

I dove into your sacred fountain of enlightenment...

 You 

You captured my soul, taimend my spirit

for the connection was strong

Through you I can rise, Through you i can fall

In you I hold the best kept secrite

through you my pains, happiness and joy are put into words

You are my greatest gift. you are my addiction, you are my love... POETRY THIS ONES FOR YOU

Radient Times...a journey from the past

A beautiful Monday morning to all.
Tis a blessing to wake up and see the sun that has risen in the east, to hear the birds communicating with nature. There comes a time in ones life where things that mattered nolonger do, where laughter is all that matters and a friendly smile to lul the pains to aid them to subside.

She stares out her window as she remembers where she,when her soul lay on the ground for she had fallen, she had fallen from all the hurt, she sits and wonders what it is she did so wrong to deserve the pain…could she have been paying for sins yet to be committed , sins of her fathers or sins of her forefathers? Sitting head buried in her hands she asks….CAN SHE RISE? Her tears turn to ink, the paper tissue…she lets her tears flow as her mind races for her questions are never answered….

Can I Rise?

The question i ask everyday

To live a dream is to have one

I long to hope, wish to pray

To live life

To be the one i really am

The one my reflection will never show

My question is... Can i Rise?

Can i rise from all this hurt

Rise from all this dirt you buried me in

I try to rise...but am bound

Bound by chains of deceit

Bound to a thorny bed of nails

The pain begins to drive me to sanity

All i wish to do is RISE

Rise from the soil

Rise up; put my head in the clouds

Let my fingers stroke the sky

Look at what you've done

You broke my wings before i knew how to fly

Look at me now

Look me in the eyes and tell me...

CAN I RISE?

This question can only be answered by the spirit for it never loses hope, the voice you hear saying "everything will be ok, you will see, the sun shall rise again" tis your spirit its the flame that never burns out till your part in lifes story is over.